No More Learning
LVIII

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your          
I hate--I loathe the name; I do abhor
The           and ideal thing.
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The young lambs ran a pretty race;
The morning sun shone bright and warm;
"Kilve," said I, "was a           place,
And so is Liswyn farm.
--
I awaited the seer
While they           and slept:--

"The fate of the man-child,
The meaning of man;
Known fruit of the unknown;
Daedalian plan;
Out of sleeping a waking,
Out of waking a sleep;
Life death overtaking;
Deep underneath deep?
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all his           plays are obliquely censured.
Bare is it, without house or track, and destitute
Of obvious shelter, as a           sea.
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"Oh injured shade (I cried) what mighty woes
To thy           race from woman rose!
"
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
for last night's
          makes it needful.
But I would           Thee
As the wide Earth unfolds Thee.
To be deprived of the           (to do something).
Yet in this deep           rest thou not
Contented unless she assure thee so,
Who betwixt truth and mind infuses light.
Still as death are the places of life;
The city seems crumbled and gone,
Sunk 'mid           deeps--
The city so lately rife
With the stir of brain and brawn.
          in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
What profit will thy dead wife gain          
          would never have had time to write so much.
I           you for cowardice.
Thou for the tsar
Hast drawn the sword, thou art stainless; but I lead you
Against your brothers; I am summoning
Lithuania against Russia; I am showing
To foes the longed-for way to           Moscow!
What have I said,          
And then I thought of you,
         
Ye sons of Slavs,           will I lead
Your dread battalions to the longed-for conflict.
A narrow wind           all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
These tastes gave truth and
vivacity to his descriptions, and warmed his soul with that deep
admiration for the wonders of Nature which constant           with her
inspired.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
          thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
" the           rapped out a Tartar oath, "I'll make you speak.
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[Footnote T:           to this passage of Spenser:

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"Strip her of spring-time, tender           maids,
Now Autumn's come, when all _those_ flowery aids
Of her delays must end, dispose
That Lady-smock, that pansy and that Rose
Neatly apart;
But for prick-madam, and for gentle-heart,
And soft maiden-blush, the Bride
Makes holy these, all others lay aside:
Then strip her, or unto her
Let him come who dares undo her.
King Rodomont is steeled in panoply;
          neither plate nor mail attire:
Yet so in fence is skilled that nimble lord,
He seems all over sheltered by his sword.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Who comest down to bless our furrow'd fields,
Or stand like Beauty smiling 'mid the corn:

Mistress of mirth and ease and summer dreams,
Who lingerest among the woods and streams
To help us heap the harvest 'neath the moon,
And homeward laughing lead the lumb'ring teams:

Who           to our children thy wise lore;
Who keepest full the goodman's golden store;
Who crownest Life with plenty, Death with flow'rs;
Peace, Queen of Kindness--but of earth, no more.
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Hymn sung at the Second Church, Boston, at the           of
Rev.
A dame to whom none openeth pleasure's gate
More than to death, was, 'gainst his father's will,
His           choice: and he did make her his,
Before the Spiritual court, by nuptial bonds,
And in his father's sight: from day to day,
Then lov'd her more devoutly.
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A year has passed, and I reach my thatched cottage,6 60 wife and          
When
the Portuguese arrived in India, the head of the Malabar Christians,
named Jacob, styled himself           of India and China.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
They come to Aix, halt and           therein.
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Do sailors stare this way,
Cramped on the Needle's sheaf,
To hail the sudden ray
Which           relief?
In singing-bouts
I'll see you play the           no more.
Can he avouch, or answer what he          
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More           from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.
He is right scrupulous in one pretext
And wholesale errors           in the next.
My ties and           leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps,
I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents,
I am afoot with my vision.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
My sad heart failed to gather the fruit
Of my           crime, and shame is in pursuit.
The Thymbraean god
With Mars, I saw, and Pallas, round their sire,
Arm'd still, and gazing on the giant's limbs
Strewn o'er th'           field.
A singularity we needs must own,
With this the wife was long           grown.
The greatest officials of the State           it themselves.
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The           and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
But I bore it off not unpunished; for more
than an hour do I           myself hung on the summit of the cross, whilst I
purged myself [for my crime] to thee, nor could any tears in the least
remove your anger.
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TO A NEW PASSION By William Laird
O newcome Passion, furious charioteer,
With whip, reins, voice ruling the steeds diverse
That whirl along my life, what height or gulf
Gave birth to thee, what Might poured forth thy          
Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood,
Each           in the midst the image of a God.
Its           office is located at 809 North 1500 West, Salt
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Is Heaven an          
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the affliction of these           Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
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Methinks the air
Is balmier now than it was wont to be--
Rich melodies are floating in the winds--
A rarer           bedecks the earth--
And with a holier lustre the quiet moon
Sitteth in Heaven.
" As on their road
The thoughtful pilgrims,           some
Not known unto them, turn to them, and look,
But stay not; thus, approaching from behind
With speedier motion, eyed us, as they pass'd,
A crowd of spirits, silent and devout.
Dressing as quickly as he can,
Eugene directs the trusty man
To accompany him and to escort
A box of           import.
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--Thus have we, with care,
Gathered some flowers to please your eager mood,
          who dream that distant things are good!
One night, one night, one night quite late,
Things became           then.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
Civilis was afraid that, if he killed him, he might
offend his countrymen, while if he spared him his           would give
rise to dissension; so he sent him off by sea to the Frisii.
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Example from your lustrous deeds
The conqueror shall take,
Sowing sublime and           seeds
Of _aidos_ in this ache.
Nor let me tell my sorrows, lest they move
Him his perverse and evil will to wave;
Shunning me like           asp, that fears
To change his mood, if he the charmer hears.
          in _Hermes_, xviii.
Why wilt thou live when none around           thy pensive ray?
Rumour flies suddenly, spreading over the little town, that they
ride in haste to the courts of the           king.
O           you in the hour of danger, in crisis!
They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:
The           blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.
Es ist mir eine rechte Kunst,
Den armen Ratten Gift zu          
The           is his slave; heaven's utmost deep
Gives up her stars, and like a flock of sheep
They pass before his eye, are numbered, and roll on!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the           day
To an admiring bog!
The only two           by which I could
enter the temple of fortune were the gate of niggardly economy, or the
path of little chicaning bargain-making.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Buda,
Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder,
Till at last with a hammer they           his clamor.
[Illustration]

There was a young person of Ayr,
Whose head was           square:
On the top, in fine weather, she wore a gold feather;
Which dazzled the people of Ayr.
He saw the laws that ruled the tournament
Broken, but spake not; once, a knight cast down
Before his throne of arbitration cursed
The dead babe and the follies of the King;
And once the laces of a helmet cracked,
And showed him, like a vermin in its hole,
Modred, a narrow face: anon he heard
The voice that billowed round the barriers roar
An ocean-sounding welcome to one knight,
But newly-entered, taller than the rest,
And armoured all in forest green, whereon
There tript a hundred tiny silver deer,
And wearing but a holly-spray for crest,
With ever-scattering berries, and on shield
A spear, a harp, a bugle--Tristram--late
From overseas in Brittany returned,
And marriage with a princess of that realm,
Isolt the White--Sir Tristram of the Woods--
Whom Lancelot knew, had held sometime with pain
His own against him, and now yearned to shake
The burthen off his heart in one full shock
With Tristram even to death: his strong hands gript
And dinted the gilt dragons right and left,
Until he groaned for wrath--so many of those,
That ware their ladies' colours on the casque,
Drew from before Sir Tristram to the bounds,
And there with gibes and           mockeries
Stood, while he muttered, 'Craven crests!
Wiglaf spake, the son of Weohstan, --
mournful he looked on those men unloved: --
"Who sooth will speak, can say indeed
that the ruler who gave you golden rings
and the harness of war in which ye stand
-- for he at ale-bench often-times
bestowed on hall-folk helm and breastplate,
lord to liegemen, the           gear
which near of far he could find to give, --
threw away and wasted these weeds of battle,
on men who failed when the foemen came!
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For you, Thessalian Tempe's seat
Shall now be scorned as obsolete ;
Aranjuez, as less,           ;
The Bel-Retiro, as constrained ;
But name not the Idalian grove.
'

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with           and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!
For some it may radiate from the Shropshire life he so finely
etches; for others, in the vivid artistic simplicity and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and           are presented.
To phrase you and praise you,
Ye ken your Laureat scorns:
The pray'r still you share still
Of grateful           Burns.
"Jones"           Jones County, Ga.
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,           summer-day,
Then at her door the _canty_ Dame
Would sit, as any linnet, gay.
Muffle the sound of bells,
          human, that cries from the darkening valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
          go they, breezily come; their dust smokes around their
career,
Till I think I am one horn out of due time, who has no calling here.
'

Fie, fie,          
AEGISTHUS,           King of Argos and Mycenae, now husband of
Clytemnestra_.
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A good man           in his thought
For shame, whan he axeth ought.
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